Day of Rest for whom? Up with the sun, watch the local spear fisherman for fill his bag up with treasures. Another fishing from shore. Didn’t find any breakfast takers, so I had an orange. Christine wasn’t ready hungry yet.

Last nights pasta dinner was cooked on our 2 small burners the large one didn’t want to stay light, had to hold the button in.. Seems like the thermo-couple wasn’t getting its heat. So tore the stove apart, cleaned up some gunk underneath, couldn’t really get to the thermo thingy but was able to identify it from the top side, gave it a once over with a light emory cloth, thinking I had done nothing substantal put the shiz back together, and whatever it worked, now all 3 burners work like the should.

Replaced a faulty light switch, Christine wen’t through the pantry and organized our keep and discard, and removed the cardboard that breeds bugs in the tropics. She added some shelves to her swimsuit storage. I wear the same stinky shorts, till they can stand on their own, course I did split one a the seam, and they had to be retired. Hopefully no one at the bar noticed..

Off the ball, just as the day boats came with loads of tourists to see the gardens. Left ourselves plenty of room to raise the main, it wasn’t blowing all that hard, 20knots ish, but this was the first time since we put it on, and there is always the question of the reefing lines. So, 2 reefs, yellow was the plan. All looked good, till it didn’t. I had not tied the yellow line far out enough on the boom, so it made for terrible sail shape and possible chafing. Okay, lets go 1 reef, we still had room. Green it is.. Green looks better, I can see where the forward yellow reefing line was on the wrong side of a line. But green looked good. The Ketch sailboat we were racing was catching us, but we were still ahead. Looking closer, green wasn’t good had a twist. Fixed the yellow while we were on green, so ran the yellow 2 reefs as I wasn’t in a hurry. Still managed to leave the Ketch behind.

Hugged the Grenada coast line, all the way to Sugar Loaf then headed for the ‘lunch’ stop. Actually dropped the fishing lines in the water, nothing was hungry today. Still using old lures .. fixed up new ones while moving along today, maybe better lunch tomorrow.

There was a 60 foot mono here at Ronde Island when we got here, 5 or so local boats, anchored out, we found our spot dropped anchor and relaxed.

Made some lunch along the way and Italian sausage pasta for dinner,

We are parked pretty closed to shore on the anchor, the locals boats are a bit further out, so seemed like a perfect time to try out a Bahamian anchor, where you have one anchor off the bow and one off the stern. Pull us around a bit to change the direction of the rollers, that causes this to be a rolly anchorage. Christine carried the anchor chain, I carried the light anchor to the dingy and set off to drop it away from the boat, Heavy and tiring but seemed like it was going to work. Time to start dinner.

Snugged up on the stern anchor by hand.. then some more bit later, and a bit more later and still.. it seemed to not be holding. I kept pulling and pulling got tot he chain, damn I must be strong. The swivel that connected the chain to the anchor had had enough, and left the anchor behind. Well there you have it, perfect excuse to go snorkeling. Of course the 200 foot of line, makes a large circle to look and its 25 feet deep too, guess I should have a scuba tank on board.

Anchor alarm set.

Tomorrow, Tyrell bay and who knows what adventures..

Sun is warm, sky is blue, so is the water, drinks are cold – Sky is full of stars, buy this island and we’ll come to visit you.